It wasn’t her nor my fault..I don’t know why they did it..Life isn’t so happy for those individuals though..Me, it’s just something I tote around..my closest friends don’t even know about it..but it’s the reason why I clench my fists together and my stomach tightens when sex is brought to topic..but I try to be normal and deal with it..One day I’ll find a husband who will understand and not force me into trying to be some type of exploited sex toy..I am a damaged human..Help repair me not hurt me and watch me disintegrate..I cry and bleed too cause I am only human..I’m not invincible or invisible..as though times I feel as though I am invisible..but I’m not..I’m right here standing in front of you with my scars written across my face..I am not a crack baby..a criminal..an animal..but a child of molestation..with followed humiliation..but I take me as I am and fly..because even though I was pushed down to the ground and stomped on..I still look up and notice the sky is shining blue…..and I am human.
Thanks for reading..
- Jasilyn .
